NovelsAlex Chapter 219 You Are Really Useful
Chapter 219 You Are Really Useful
Chapter 219 You Are Really Useful
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Gordon's heart skipped a beat.
Frankly speaking, it's not like he didn't have such an idea.
As a workaholic Gordon who dedicates his whole body and mind to Gotham and spends several times more time outside than at home, he truly loves Gotham more than his family, loves Own.
Over the years, the problems Gordon has faced are not only the busy work and the inability to balance the family.
I'm beyond my strength.
As a chief of the police department, Gordon has too many times, always wanting to do the right thing, but always suffers from the lack of greater power, and every time he is restrained by those pig-like guys, that It was simply too uncomfortable.
If he can really sit in that position, Gordon will not say anything else, and if he wants to do something in the future, at least he will not have to wait for the signature of that stupid pig who dare not live in Gotham.
"But... Lynn, your idea is..."
If the person who said this was Batman, or to be precise, another identity of Batman, Bruce Wayne, then the subsequent development of the matter would be relatively normal.
Bruce will publicly support his campaign, spend money and efforts to gain fame, frantically win votes for him, and then let him sit in that position reasonably and legally.
It's not that they haven't discussed this matter before, but Batman gave up such an idea out of concerns about the tragic failure he suffered when trying to save Gotham in the normal way.
Anyway, what he did has nothing to do with any power.
Thinking about it now, it seems that only Lynn has the "position" to make such a proposal.
It's just... This time the person who has concerns has become Gordon.
After thinking about it, it is strange that the method proposed by Lynn can be achieved in a legal way.
Gordon had to think carefully.
He is a law-abiding person, a person who respects the law, a person who wants to save Gotham in a normal way, so that he will not fall into the quagmire and deviate from the kind of person who sticks to his heart.
Unfortunately, Lynn, his friend, is one of those players who… oozes mud and smears it evenly.
"Lynn, I don't know what you want to do, but..."
Gordon looked at Lynn very seriously, and said word by word: "I don't want, and I don't want you to send me to that position in a criminal way."
After thinking about it for a while, although Lynn has always been careless, and it is unlikely that he will be hit because of his words, Gordon will not treat his friends like this. He has always been a gentle person: "Lynn, I know you It is also for Gotham, to protect my parents... I know you are also very sad, but...
no.Absolutely not.I wouldn't sit in that position like that. "
After Gordon said this, he kept looking into Lynn's eyes. This was his way of showing respect, and he knew Lynn would understand.
But whether he can understand it, Gordon can't guarantee it.
But to his surprise, Lynn didn't make any weird noises and said any inexplicable words at all. He looked like... like a normal person.
This is simply too abnormal!
"Oh~ I probably understand what you mean."
Lynn nodded heavily, expressing his understanding.
"Evil people still have to use evil methods to do things. You are too kind, Gordon, which obviously doesn't match the overall atmosphere of Gotham.
I know what to do with this matter. "
Lynn walked away thoughtfully as he spoke, what Gordon was most afraid of hearing was Lynn's words like "I see" and "I understand what you mean".
He can guarantee that Lynn must not understand!
He must not understand what he meant!
"Lynne! Where are you going, Lynn? Lynn! Come back!"
The place where Lynn left was not the door, but the window.Since this fellow can fly, his course of action is much more presumptuous than before.
Never walk through the door if there are windows.
Gordon couldn't jump down with Lynn either, he could only watch Lynn disappear out of the window.
"Oops……"
Almost instantly, Gordon seemed to see all kinds of tragedies in Gotham, and there was a laughing Lynn standing in the center of every extremely miserable picture.
If he can do serious things, he will be a ghost! !
No!
Gotta stop him!
Gordon quickly took out his mobile phone and called Batman. Although the three of them were friends, Gordon always believed that the brain circuits of Batman and Lynn always seemed to be more compatible. Maybe Batman could persuade Lynn .
"No one picks up?"
This is really weirder than weird, Batman's calls are never unanswered!
"Could it be... no."
Gordon shook his head, thought for a while, and called Bruce Wayne's house again.
It was answered in seconds, but the person who answered the phone was Alfred.
"What did you say... I didn't hear clearly... Al, did I get it wrong... I..."
"Oh Gordon! I forgot to tell you."
Lynn's head suddenly appeared upside down on the upper edge of the window frame: "If you want to find that old bat, he was knocked out by me, and he is at my house now.
Bye~"
Come and go in a hurry.Lin En left such a sentence and disappeared again.
And Gordon in the room was still clutching the phone, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "Al, did you hear me clearly. Hmm... I also think you have found the wrong person."
Asking Lynn to save Batman seems to have the same meaning as killing Batman.
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After leaving the Gotham Police Station, Lynn no longer has the idea of continuing to visit Gotham. This place is still a cosmopolitan metropolis, full of Gothic buildings, and it's dark all day long without a sun. Vampires come here to live in seclusion and can go out 300 times a year, so there is nothing to visit.
It's better to do something serious.
"Let me see... ah! It's this direction."
……
Falcone.A name that is not too old, but has indeed been gone for a long, long time.
The place where Lynn once fought, the old house of the Falcone family, although it is not very flattering because there are too many dead people and the price is too expensive, it still welcomes its new owner.
And he was an acquaintance of Lynn.
Penguin, Mr. Oswald Cobot.
As one of Gotham's de facto underground overlords today, Cobot loves places like this.
As for the dead and the undead, what's the matter, he always goes wherever he goes.There will be piles of dead people there.
A spacious office, a desk made of precious solid fir, an expensive carpet, a gorgeous tea set...
It was paired with an unsuitable, somewhat old wooden chair, and Cobot was sitting on this chair at this moment, gently stroking a certain scar on the chair with his hand.
This is what Gotham's "legendary character" Lynn left behind.
Cobot will never forget that day, that crazy guy, that scary smiling face.
In fact, Cobot saw two smiling faces like that that day, equally maddened and equally horrifying.
Had it been anyone else, that night might have been an unforgettable nightmare, haunting and gradually breaking down.
Cobot will not.
He likes the feeling of lawlessness, the kind of thing that, knowing that it is unreasonable, still happens.
He called that: Destiny.
"It's really fascinating..."
Dangdang~
Cobot daily fantasizes that he can become the person who can control the fate of others. It is the power to dominate everything, the attention of all eyes, the respect, the bowing of the head, and the majesty that is not convinced but has to be admired.
The king can convict you because the evidence proves that you are guilty, that's not power, that's law.
The king can clearly convict you, but he is happy, he doesn't care, so he pardons you, that's called power.
The Penguin feels that Lynn is the most powerful person in Gotham.
Dangdang~!
The sound of knocking on the door was always annoying, especially at such a time, Cobot, who was in fantasy time, frowned impatiently. He really wanted to get angry and throw the person who knocked on the door with a broken leg.
But now he is no longer a punk, but a big shot, so he didn't do that.
"Come in."
Boring playing with the crystal globe in his hand, Cobot feels the texture on the globe, feeling like he is in control of the world.
"Mr. Cobot."
It was his butler who came in at the door, and yes, Mr. Cobot had his own butler now.
"what's up."
"A visitor, he said, is an old friend of yours."
"Ah."
Cobot, who had been struggling in Gotham without any background and climbed up step by step from the lower levels, did have many acquaintances in Gotham.
Because of his appearance, because of his broken leg, he also got the title of Penguin.
He didn't like the title very much.
Therefore, after he stood on the high platform and became a big shot, everyone who came to him to talk about the old days, and everyone who came to defect to him, was secretly killed by him.
Because they remind him of his past, when he was a penguin.
It is not without reasons for choosing Falcone's old house as his new home.
Once upon a time, he, Cobot, was just a subordinate of Falcone's vassal's vassal, and it was difficult to meet this big boss, but now, he is sitting at Falcone's house, and Falcone is the last Playing darts with my favorite pen, drinking Falcone's most cherished red wine with drinks...
This feeling is really fascinating...
Thanks Lynn.
Again, thanks Lynn.
"I'm in a good mood today, and I won't see any old friends."
Seeing blood on such a good day is really not good.
"Yes."
The butler had no suggestions or opinions at all, he just followed Cobot's orders.
Turning around to leave, Cobot saw the bullet holes in the door when he was about to close the thick wooden door with his backhand.
"Wait a moment."
The movement of closing the door stopped abruptly.
Cobot raised his eyebrows, reached out to touch the knife marks on the chair, and asked tentatively, "Did he say what his name is?"
"said."
The old butler with downcast eyes returned: "He said his name is Lynn."
"What did you say!!!"
Cold sweat came down Cobot's head at that moment.
Almost.
He almost sent himself to hell.
"Invite him in... no! I'll invite him in..."
"Small~pen~goose~~"
From the side of the wooden door, a head and a hand suddenly protruded, smiling and beckoning to Cobot: "Don't you want to see me~?"
On the butler's downcast face, his eyes widened like bull's eyes.
penguin! ? !
This is a forbidden word!
Mentioning this word will kill someone!
The butler thought that, just like the unlucky ghost who saw the Antarctic while watching a documentary last time, a golf club might be thrown over in the next second.
Or hide quickly...
"Wow! Mr. Lynn!"
housekeeper:? ? ?
Turning his eyes upwards hard, the butler saw the master he was serving, one of Gotham's largest underground forces, the fearsome Mr. Oswald Cobot, with a smile on his face, limping from the desk He came out from behind, bowed his head respectfully.
On Cobot's face, there was an expression the butler had never seen before.
That is, flattering, almost flattering smile.
Lynn...is called Lynn.This young man's face must be remembered in the future!
Impatiently waving his hand, the butler understood, and left the room without waiting for Cobot's hand to fall.Moreover, he will definitely not open the door of this room again for something like delivering tea.
After exiting the room and closing the door, the butler stood outside the door, thought for a while, and then retreated a distance.
At this distance, you can't hear anything.
…………
"Mr. Lynn, you..."
"You still have that chair."
Lynn also saw at a glance the chair that Cobot sat on in the lobby of the police station.
"You know how to match."
Sitting down on the reclining chair for the guests, Lynn also sighed, looked around, and said with a little nostalgia and emotion: "This place doesn't seem to have changed much."
Dang bang~
Cobot, who was pouring wine for Lynn, trembled slightly, and the bottle knocked on the tray.
"Mr. Lynn... did you also cooperate with His Excellency Falcone for...?"
"no."
Lynn looked at Cobot with a very strange smile, which made his heart shudder, and even the smile became tangled.
Forced to sit back on his chair calmly, Cobot tried his best to hold up a natural smiling face: "Did I say something wrong, hahaha, I don't know Falco well..."
"I thought you knew. That's why you live here."
Lynn drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, looked down and smiled.
Pointing to a certain mark on the ground, Lynn said, "Falcone died here."
He pointed to Cobot: "At that time, he was sitting here."
Pointing to the side again: "I'm sitting here."
He picked up the wine bottle from the table and filled it up for himself: "I talked to him a lot at that time..."
"Heh...heh...you and Falcone are...friends?"
"No."
Lynn's smile became strange again, he looked at Cobot: "You already guessed it, right?"
Drank the wine in the glass again: "Falcone was killed by me~
He was dead when I spoke to him.
Well!right!He was like you, and suddenly he fell on the chair, haha! "
God damn it!
Cobot's pupils were a little dilated.
Why didn't I know this!
Isn't it said that the person sitting on the balloon did it!Isn't the balloon where Batman sits!Batman doesn't kill people, I thought it was a lie like so many legends attached to Batman...
Oh... a lie indeed.
The murderer was sitting in front of me, shaking the red wine glass, looking at me with strange eyes...
"Mr. Lynn..."
Cobot plucked up his courage: "You don't have to kill me, I'm still useful, I can definitely help you, I'm very useful!"
"what……"
Lynn nodded: "That's right...you are really useful..."
(End of this chapter)